• tgcoldrockn@lemmy.world
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    4 hours ago

    Reminder that your generation contains all the best and worst of humanity, like other generations, and is not a like collective.

  • potoooooooo 🥔@lemmy.world
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    5 hours ago

    Leading up to my recent 40th, I went on a little tour of contacting people to tie up loose ends/seek closure where it was lacking. It was really helpful, even though at least one person worried I was planning to kill myself.

  • LavaPlanet@sh.itjust.works
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    6 hours ago

    Gen x’er here, weren’t y’all like starting things in 1981…wouldn’t that make you comingup on a different decade? (I’ll take my rotten tomatoes now, high velocity please)

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      8 hours ago

      My parents started referring to me as “middle-aged” when I was like 35 specifically because they knew it would drive me nuts. And with the current trajectory of American life expectancy, the math might actually bear them out.

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    8 hours ago

    Oldest end of gen z, staring down the barrel of 30. Low key excited but still a lot to process lmao

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    6 hours ago

    Realistically, very little actually happens “fast” in my life. For me, things are more like the concept of punctuated equilibrium. Stretch of sameness, sudden life altering changes coming fast and heavy. Get used to the change. Stretch of sameness for another while. Sudden life altering changes coming fast and heavy again. Reduce. Reuse. Rinse. Recycle. Repeat.

    Looking back, those stretches of sameness when life was relatively peaceful, calm, safe, etc tend to melt into each other, mentally compressed, then archived. Those sudden changes grow and balloon, warping my memories of the past, taking over seeming like they just kept coming. To the point where, it’s like just yesterday I was starting college.

    But then on top of that, life just gets more and more complicated without even necessarily trying. Harder and harder and harder. Best of plans, greatest of hopes. Smashed to pieces. Most of it, I didn’t make complicated or intentionally bring upon myself. Much of it, in fact, was unavoidable even if it was predictable. And it keeps coming.